March

This was inspired by my brother Noah who was hit by a car when he was in 4th grade in 2006. He has kind of inspired me to write more poetry because he is a very strong kid. Sometimes I act like I dont appreciate him, but the truth is that I am very proud of him and he is a very lucky young man.

I wake up and dress, just a normal day in March. I put on my shoes and run out the door, just a normal day in March. The bus pulls up and off to school I go. Just a normal day in March. In gym class I am pummeled, a ball to my face, not that irregular, just a normal day in March.

I walk to the nurse to fetch an icepack. The nurse calls my mom, to tell her what has happened. The nurse starts acting weirdly, over the phone. I assume it’s just a normal day in March.

I get home from school to messages, on the machine. My mom wants for me to call her. This still seems like just a normal day, in March. I call my mom, her voice is upset. My brother had been hit by an oncoming car. He was alive with a broken femur. This was not just another day in March.

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